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The French soldier had been watching these two for a while now. Although it could never be proven, whenever they were in port things went missing. At first there was only a few items, a bottle of wine, candles, trays, a piece of clothing. Then came the reports of even more items and some very strange items indeed. Why would someone want to take items such as has been reported wasn't clear and even more so; when narrowing down the list of suspects to a handful.

 

Diligent work by the French private had paid off in a big way. It brought them the names of the two, ill-employed bearing only a trade name of pirates; as well as a couple of eye witnesses to crimes being committed. Dare be said should either statement of the eye witnesses had gone to court, their backgrounds checked, their word meant nothing. They were but the only ones which would step forward; since most of the items seems to be taken at times notable names might be engaged in things best kept quiet. What was needed now was to find the ill gotten treasures so they could jail the robbers and return the items, which as of last night's snatch held few of Duchess Dufont's breeches and Monsieur Piorie's wooden teeth.

 

The private watched with an eagle eye, as the two he had so long been chasing, stood talking at the side of the street, in the distance. He deduced today would be the day they were able to find the booty by the shovel held in Blanc Montier's hand. Barbe Ombre, of whom Blanc was speaking to was very easy to spot. Lost his hand, leg and eye while working as a smithy young in life; turned to other means of support thereafter.